Hidden Home
My stuff is packed
I’m off to my home
Home-a place I’ve never known
I’m an aimless wanderer
Headed no place in particular
For no place bears my name
I’m a late night creeper
Constellation keeper
The world is my playground
My imagination is my motivation
The stars are my inspiration
I have nowhere to go
Yet I feel not alone
No need to run or hide
From feelings I’ve pushed aside
I am but a tireless walker
Off to see the wonders of nature
And what the world has to offer
Cares-not in my possession
Fears aren’t there either
The faces I meet have no names
I only pass in conversation
I have only one destination
Yet it remains mysterious
Hiding behind my emotionless masque
I seek for a place
Where I can hide
A place of my own
Somewhere to call home
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